I was 11 years old...it was a Sunday morning and I don't remember much else, except lots more ash that summer than you could possible imagine and my mom wearing a mask everywhere she went. Watching my dad & brother clean out the gutters on the house and filling lots and lots of 3 gallon buckets with ash.
You could see Mt. St. Helens from my bedroom window...I always thought pre-May 18th that it looked like an ice cream cone...now you can't see it from my old room, the neighbor's trees block the view....
WOW, 1980, that was a very interesting summer...
